other day, and thought about love.
And then I thought about how hard I make it on myself by being the picky person that I am. Yea I am picky.
But when/If I love, its profound, sincere and real. So that has to count for something, right?
And it broke me.
I loved that damn man for years without a sideways glance and now he loves me as soon as I'm single.
I never saw his scars, his past, his flaws, anything. I just saw how beautiful and etheral he was. How deep and meaningful. I loved him, and I still do...